Author Archives: NiamhMeek

With stones being kicked onto the road, a little boy was trudging up the steep vast hill that had lay ahead of him. His feet stumbled with rocks stuck in his laces. His red nose that made him look like … Continue reading →

We were rolling rocks for the catapults for our ambush attack. Swords were shining exclusively from blacksmiths shops crafted with gold. When just then I saw some white leaves flying over the castle that people used to get bricks from … Continue reading →

One afternoon, as the sun was setting ,we were investigating a murder by the  dusty,picnic table.It happened at because it’s wings were freezing cold like the north pole. We also knew it was dead because it was not reacting to … Continue reading →